Elizabeth Duvivier 
The rain was relentless on the morning I moved to Providence. It drummed on the roof of the car, made the windshield wipers work at a frenzied pace and did not let up until the last box was in my new apartment — the apartment that had been professionally cleaned the day before to ease my transition now had mud tracked everywhere and in every direction. I left the wet boxes where they sat dripping. The dogs and I crawled onto the bed and huddled … View Post
photo credit: CAMILLE DEANGELIS “When I was leaving, it was like saying goodbye to old friends even though we just met.” Jeanne Lewis, founder and CCO Creativebug HEADS UP: Below might be the longest blog post I’ve ever written. Hope you’ve got a hot cup of tea! In the photo above, Jeanne Lewis sits with fellow squammies Veronica, Sylvia and Anne at the top of Rattlesnake Mountain, a favorite hike from camp. I love this shot because it captures one of the in-between moments that … View Post
Paris 2013, instagram Each of us experiences pain differently. For some it can trigger an explosion of anger, or a cascade of tears, or sometimes an overwhelming numbness, a stupor. For me, it’s always a piercing sensation in my heart that crumples me inward. I find I need a corner, somewhere quiet, still. Before there was the internet, I would reach for a book or go for a long walk to try and soothe the pain. I still go for long walks, but now I … View Post
Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow. – Kurt Vonnegut photo credit: Phoebe Wahl Oh my. Here in this part of the world, the warmth, ease and connectedness of Thanksgiving is hardly behind us (I still have leftovers in the fridge!) and the bustle of holiday preparations is already upon us. For … View Post
Dear Life, You know I love you, right? Like seriously, big time. Oh sure– there were those days (fine, years, whatever) when I really questioned our relationship. No more, my friend. That is history. Sure you are mercurial, full of piss and vinegar one moment and sweet as buttercream the next– but I am all in with unconditional love for all of it. Which means, I take you exactly as you are. And let’s be clear– the more I wake up to your magic the … View Post
